An Alpha for the Alpha
It is puremurder on my throat, but I want to make it sound extra realistic as he is coming in.
Then there is another click, oh damn I forgot, two keys, two locks.
Cough cough cough. Hack hack. Cough. Gragh.
“By the moon Goddess, what are you doing in here ?”
I look up at him, about to, speak, or try to, but if I weren't already mute I would have lost my voice. My captor had looked dashing and dangerous in the half dark caves last night, but here by brightest day he put Adonis to shame. He seems somehow larger in the light. Stronger, too, as if his clothing only barely leashes the power of his body. His dark hair is neatly trimmed, but an errant lock falls forward to his left eyebrow. And his